angry-walter

I’m drowning at work and on the verge of a nervous break down. Today, my boss gave me multiple client files who were failing to show to appointments. The first thing I did was laugh, and continue to laugh, for about a whole minute. 

And then just I blurted out, “No, you see it’s funny, because you don’t even KNOW how much alcohol I’m going to have to drink to have the courage to come in tomorrow.” 

anonymous asked:

1. "Are you drunk" + Waige for the short prompt thing please

Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it. It’s a tag scene to 3x12 and my post here :)

“Are you drunk?” Paige asked, eyes wide. The door to her apartment was still wide open, Walter standing slightly out of breath on the other side. She hadn’t gotten the chance to invite him in (or politely decline his visitation since, after all, they were not on the best of terms) before he began spewing facts and emotions melded together in a way she only rarely witnessed from him. The words seemed to flow out of his mouth, not disjointed and awkward, but as if he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and she was his only lifeline.

Walter took a minute to respond, furrowing his brows. “No.”

Paige was quick to add “I’m not trying to insinuate–”

“You didn’t insinuate. You just said it.” He rubbed his fingers through his curls, the anxiety beginning to creep back into his spine. The emotions he struggled with and kept under lock and key were never absent for long, especially in his line of work.

Paige sighed. Sometimes she forgot the progress he was making and that he really was trying to connect with her and the world more than ever before. And with Tim leaving, it was ever harder to see the positive. “I’m sorry.” She motioned for him to come in, mentioning that Ralph was on a play date, before she continued. “I’m just not used to hearing you speak so candidly about your feelings.”

He took a seat on the sofa, regulating his breathing once more. “Neither am I.”

She took a seat on the chair across from him, fiddling with her hands in her lap. She didn’t need Toby to tell her she was nervous. It was a troublesome combination of anger, empathy, sadness, and utter confusion that had her brain on the fritz. “Then what made you do it?”

He shrugged even though his outburst was a result of carefully calculated risk and a decent amount of coaching from Happy. “Back in the hospital, you said you can’t decipher me.” He let out another breath. “I am trying. And I know it may not always be in the way you want me to show it, but I’m trying. This is new to me.” She went to speak, but he held up his hand, silently pleading for her to allow him to get this out. “I know you’re mad about Tim. I know things aren’t back to normal. You said it would take you time so I didn’t come here to change your mind about that. I just wanted you to know that all those other things I just told you–about reconnecting with my family and finding a father in Cabe–that’s real.”

She nodded and moved over to sit next to him on the couch. “I know.” She took his hand in hers. “I’ve watched it happen,” she chuckled. “I had no right to say that to you. I know you’re not a robot–”

“Android.”

“Right.” She gave him a sad smile. “I was frustrated. I am frustrated. But that doesn’t mean I should be forgetting all the good that’s happened.”

He looked into her eyes and she could see that he was still trying to rectify something in his mind. She waited for him to speak, and soon enough he did. “‘Good’ meaning me becoming more like you?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I mean, yes, becoming more human is a good thing. But it’s a good thing because it makes your life better. I mean, you’re closer with the team now and you took Ray in when he needed it. You’re family… I just want you to be happy.” She looked down at their hands, smoothing her thumb over each of his fingers. The silence stretched on for a few minutes, but some of the tension had dissipated. “I shouldn’t have made you feel like being you wasn’t enough, even though I appreciate the newer model,” she smiled, a little gleam in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Walter.”

“Thank you, Paige.” He didn’t know where to go from here. He couldn’t plan for her reaction so there was no more certainty. The two of them were in a weird sort of limbo and he didn’t appreciate it. Black and white was certainly less complicated than the grey they seemed to find themselves in lately.

“Coffee?” Paige asked.

“With cinnamon?”

She smiled. “Sure.” And maybe it was not black and white and maybe they would still have apologies to make and forgiveness to grant, but it was a start. It’s a start to getting back to their friendship. It’s a start for something more. It’s a start they’re both willing to take.

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Miss America Chavez - A-Force

Her relationship with Loki broke my heart and gave me more feels than I ever suspected it could. Thanks Bennet/Wilson/Molina/Martin for giving me something great and ripping it right away.

I cried for the sher beauty and greatness of the comic and then I cried for a whole different reason.